Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.